"That "Infant Ning", you haven't finished talking yet~~." After sparking a spark with the little girl Yu'er's gaze, the cute girl turned her head again, looked at Chu Yun and said softly.

Just now she has told Grandpa Sun the full version of the story of "Painted Skin", and after listening to "Infant Ning", Grandpa Sun has another story that others don't know, which can attract many guests.

Grandpa Sun only talked twice about the first half of "Painted Skin", and the number of guests in the hook bar today is several times that of the past, although most of them came to listen to the painted skin, but when they saw singing and dancing, acrobatics, tricks and the like, they were in a good mood, and they would also reward some money, they did not receive as much reward as Grandpa Sun, but they were all in the same hook column, and they were also affected by some benign influences.

If she could receive so much bounty every day, she would be able to afford the hairpin she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Next time~, next time when you want to hear it, just climb the wall again." Chu Yun drank tea while watching the singing and dancing on the stage.

This kind of occasion and atmosphere, in fact, should knock melon seeds, watermelons exist in the world, but I don't know if they have the habit of eating melon seeds.

The girl's face showed disappointment, although she didn't like to climb the wall very much, but for the sake of the new story, she could only endure it.

After a song and dance ended, and after the women picked up the reward money on the stage, Chu Yun saw the old man who told the story and walked to the stage again.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hook bar became more active.

"Hurry up~Hurry up~!"

"Don't talk nonsense, just talk about "Painted Skin"."

"This time, if you use "next decomposition" to fool Lao Tzu, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite! ”

Seeing that everyone was urging one after another, even the expression on Chu Yun's face was slightly stunned.

How popular is painted skin in this world?

At this moment, the old man stretched out his hand and pressed down, and the voices of the crowd immediately stopped, and several men who were still chatting for unknown reasons were immediately stopped.

The atmosphere in the hook bar suddenly became quiet.

From noise to silence, it's just a breath or two.

Considering that there were new guests, the old man started from the beginning, and the faces of the guests who had already heard it did not show impatience, and the expressions on the faces of those who heard it for the first time changed from doubts to concentration, and then began to turn a little pale.

Yu'er has already heard "Painted Skin", although this old man is more terrifying than her aunt when she speaks, but she has developed immunity and will not run away in fright.

"This old man~, hey~ is quite scareless." Lao Chen whispered while listening.

With his temperament, he will not be frightened by the old man, if there is really a ghost who dares to scare him like this, he will most likely be beaten to death by him again.

Having memorized the whole story, the old man did not stop there when he got to the last interruption, but continued to tell.

Those who had been fooled twice by him immediately put their minds at ease, and this time they could finally listen to the rest of the story, and threw a lot of bounty money at them.

There was a rain of copper coins on the stage, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed, and the storytelling became more attentive.

Watching those people throw the bounty money vigorously, Chu Yun's expression was stunned again.

It's just a ghost story~! How can it be so profitable~?

It seems that in another world, when Pu Songling wrote "Liao Zhai", he was still poor, but being told by a storyteller here has such an outstanding effect?

In this way, I only exchanged a few pieces of osmanthus cake for a piece of "Painted Skin", which is a bit of a loss~!

He turned his head to look at the cute girl named Xiaotong, but he didn't expect her to be so shrewd when she was not very old.

Feeling Chu Yun's gaze towards her, the girl secretly exclaimed in her heart, seeing this scene today, if she wants to hear any more stories from him in the future, it is not as simple as going to Sister Wanqing to steal a few pieces of osmanthus cake~~!

The story of "Infant Ning" is only half told~!

If I had known, I wouldn't have wanted Grandpa Sun to tell a story at this time.

Chu Yun didn't regret it, the reward that the old man got was not as much as the profit he made from selling a bottle of toilet water, he was just curious about the entertainment in this world.

These people watch the show in the hook column, and they will give rewards when they are happy to watch, and these rewards are ordinary excellent actors, as well as the main source of income for these storytellers, and the reward is not much, and they can only make a living.

As the weather gradually enters winter, the mosquitoes are almost frozen to death, and the daughters no longer need it to repel mosquitoes, and in the cold weather, the students and literati are not easy to doze off, and the business of flower water has gradually cooled down, and sometimes they can't sell a few bottles a day.

As for spirits, although they have always been in short supply, this thing is too wasteful of food, and it can't be brewed without restrictions, most of the people in the Xia Kingdom are still hovering on the food and clothing line, and they can't even eat enough, even if it is the Yue Wangfu, they can't waste food without scruples, in case they are targeted by the imperial historians, I'm afraid that even the King of Yue will have a headache.

As a result, several breweries have closed their doors recently, and the small amount of toilet water is produced, and the supply of spirits is limited, and the amount of silver that comes in every day is naturally greatly reduced.

Of course, he has a lot of savings during this time, and he will not be short of money to spend, but things such as buying a house in Sujiang Mansion can only be pressed back.

He turned his attention to the old man again, and what he said was slightly different from what he had told the little girl, and he was afraid that he had made small changes to cater to the audience.

I have to say that this old man is really a professional, even if Chu Yun already knows the complete story, listening to him tell it, he still has some cold hairs standing on end.

This time, the old man didn't play the routine anymore and told the story honestly.

Everyone in the audience applauded, and the reward was naturally indispensable, and when the old man retreated, it took a lot of time to clean up the reward money on the ground.

Chu Yun is here purely to pass the time, Yu'er and Lao Chen are with him, the cute girl opposite stays for a while and leaves, when Chu Yun turns his head for a moment, he sees the old man who told the story just now coming over, and the girl follows him.

"Today's matter, I have to thank Gongzi, one of these rewards should belong to Gongzi." The old man put a small cloth bag on the table and said with a smile on his face.

"Huh~? What does that mean~? Chu Yun looked at him suspiciously.

"If it weren't for the "Painted Skin" that Gongzi said, Xiao Lao'er would not have received so much reward, and I would like to ask Gongzi not to shirk this money~." The old man explained.

He told the story of "Painted Skin" without Chu Yun's consent in advance, although it was obtained by Xiaotong in exchange for a few pieces of hanging flower cakes, but only when Chu Yun accepted the money, he could continue to tell the story with confidence.

"Yes~, you can take it~." The cute girl also said on the side.

"Since that's the case~, then I'm disrespectful~." Chu Yun nodded and took the bag, which was full of copper coins and heavy.

Seeing Chu Yun accept it, the old man put his mind at ease, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Little old man still has a reluctant request that I don't know ......", the meaning of the reluctant request is an unreasonable request, since I know that the request is unreasonable, why do you put it forward~?

However, for the sake of Xiaotong and Osmanthus Cake's face, Chu Yun still smiled and said, "The old man doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"That's the case, Childe also saw it, those guests just now were all here for "Painted Skin", and the little old man wanted to buy some similar small talking books from Childe. Childe rest assured, the price will definitely satisfy Childe. The old storyteller looked at him and said.

Chu Yun glanced at the cute girl standing next to the old man, these things must have been told by her to the old man.

When I told her the story of "Painted Skin", I was more teasing, and in the yard in the morning, I was bored and wanted to talk to someone, in essence, telling her a story was the same as telling a story to Yu'er.

But what the old man meant just now was probably to regard him as the kind of person who specializes in writing story scripts, which is almost equivalent to the meaning of screenwriters in later generations.

If it was a few months ago, when he was still worried about not being able to open the pot at home, he might have promised the old man, after all, survival is the first priority at all times, but at this moment, "Liao Zhai" was sold with only a few copper plates, not to say that he was sorry for himself, this is too sorry for Pu Songling, right?

Refusing to refuse a little tactfully, he looked at the old man, shook his head, and said lightly: "Hehe~, I also heard about this "Painted Skin" by chance, and there is really no similar story. ”

The girl raised her head and looked at him in disbelief, how could it be gone, what about "The Legend of the White Snake", "Journey to the West", "A Chinese Ghost Story"? Could it be that he made it all up to deceive himself~? It's not like it, in addition to "Painted Skin", there is also "Infant Ning" that says half of it~!

The old man showed a look of disappointment on his face, sighed, and said: "It's the little old man who disturbed him, if the son has any good stories in the future, the little old man is waiting for him at any time." ”

He has lived for such a long time, how can he not know that this son is not right

The cute girl named Xiaotong wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and left with the old man.

Lao Chen watched the shows with relish, and Chu Yun occasionally asked Yu'er to help him put some reward money in the past, even though these shows were still a bit boring for him, but they were much better than him lying alone in the room.

I thought to myself, if I have time in the future, do you want to change the entertainment industry here~? If there is no other purpose, it should be to relieve one's boredom.

Most of the guests in the hook bar did come to tell the old man, after listening, many people chose to leave, Chu Yun stayed in the hook bar for another half an hour, before leaving with a few people, when he walked out, a pretty woman slowly walked out of the backstage, and when her eyes inadvertently swept over the door, the expression on her face was slightly stunned.

"Sister Wanqing~, don't look at it, everyone is far away~~." Xiaotong stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, pouted and said.

He ...... What's wrong~? Thinking of the figure walking just now, there was a girl beside her to support her, Shu Wanqing muttered to herself.

"I'm hurt~~!" Xiaotong continued: "You have to be careful when you walk on the road in the future~, be careful of those mad dogs that bite people......"

The girl was still muttering something, and the pretty woman on the side was slightly distracted. After a while, the girl stretched out her hand again and shook it in front of her eyes: "Sister Wanqing~, it's time for us to go~." ”